Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling.
She sat at her dressing table, staring at herself in the mirror and reflecting about everything from Voldemort to the colour of her nails - a bold emerald green, showing her Slytherin pride, which her husband definitely approved of. She wasn't in a defiant, red and gold mood today.
She'd started to have doubts about supporting Voldemort and Death Eater, and having a family that was so actively involved. But, really, she thought, there was no way in hell that she could back away from Voldemort now. It's not like Lucius would even consider it.
It was in their best interest to support Voldemort, especially at the height of his power, as he is now, she thought.
She jumped as Lucius exploded into the room panting, clearly desperate to tell her something, also looking struck with fear, very unusual for the normally calm and collected tall, blond man.
"Voldemorts been defeated," he panted. "It's over,"
Narcissa was shocked beyond belief, and sat there, stunned still with her mouth open.
"Well," she thought. "That really does sum it up, it is over."
The prestigious Malfoy name was over.
Her luxurious life was over.
Draco's chance at a proper pureblood life was over.
Her riches were over.
Living at home instead of Azkaban was over.
Bella's life would also be over.
Life as she knew it was over.
It was time to get out the red and gold nail polish…